Something to remember: I have written an academic paper not only on sex, on girls, or on rock 'n roll, but rock 'n roll about sex with girls in cars.

Apparently my blog came up in a recent Google search for "seduce my professor." The kicker? The search originated from a Toronto ISP.Damn. Students in this city are sluts. . . . (More)

"Do you have any kind of ... gentleman friend?"  When in counsel with an academic mentor, this, according to unknown guidelines, is a pertinent question in the definition of one's personal state of "general happiness" (mine). I ponder it because (1) if I had answered "yes" (as I did . . . (More)

I need to seduce my professor.I am soliciting suggestions until Tuesday morning.

In Toronto, there are three major players on the post-secondary scene (apart from vocational colleges): University of Toronto, York University, and Ryerson University. Of these, U of T is the largest, the wealthiest, and the most prestigious, enjoying a substantial international reputati . . . (More)

The rewards of academia: "So, if there's anything you ever need to know about the Uta Codex -- anything at all -- my book is the one to look to." He takes a moment to extol the beauty and clarity of its forty-odd full-colour leaves, with endearing enthusiasm. Putting down the . . . (More)

I sat down in the tiny narrow corridor outside his office. My legs were exactly as long as the breadth of the space; the soles of my red, rain-splattered boots rested neatly against the wall. Gingerly arranging a . . . (More)

I have discovered that I can develop a very intense sexual attraction to men who approve of me. This is a dangerous tendency. 

As I walked inside, he seemed to regard me with a certain apprehension. We sat. He continued looking at me with that careful look, now slightly incredulous. Nobody spoke for a moment.I ventured, " . . . (More)

I DROPPED VIRGIL IN THE TOILET.